7-24-12
Well, the honeymoon was...uh...well. I’m not going to spare details here.
The honeymoon itself was great. Manehattan was a blast, the cruise was fantastic, and simply spending time with Flutterheart was worth more than all the money I spent towards the trip. Everything in that aspect went fine and dandy.
Of course, it came time to go home. Shock and awe, right? Basically, we tried making love. I’m just too damn awkward for that.
So, first thing, she gets in the bed. I wasn’t even thinking about making love at this point. She just sort of looks at me in a peculiar way, and it clicks. Of course, I’m thinking “Uh oh...this...can I do this?” but I’m really just standing there with a weird look on my face.
“Do you want to turn the lights off?”
“Oh, yeah, sure. That might be necessary for sleep.” I said, awkwardly flipping the light off. She says a soft little “Oh...of course.” before I slip into bed as well.
But of course, as is customary, I kiss her. I’m madly in love with her, so...yeah. Problem is, I have this seed planted in my mind about sex. I am half and half now. Want to make love to her because I love her and that’s apparently the deepest way to show it. Don’t want to do it because...I love her. I have more respect for her body than to just...go inside it. Like...really. That’s invasion of privacy.
Anyways, since I have that whole sexual thought stream going on, of course, one gets excited, so to speak. Yeah...I’m not going to hold back on this one. Basically, my penis grazed some part of her body. Of course, the minute I realized this, I stop kissing her, and back away, horrified. I have tears in my eyes. (Yeah...tears.) Fluttershy gets kind of scared for a minute, thinking she scared me or something. I just sort of look at her with the tears and try to smile, muttering a soft “sorry...”
What happened next shocked me, but I understand that it was necessary. Flutterheart didn’t say a word, but just simply kissed me, leaning her body closer to me...making it touch her yet again. I wanted to back away yet again but...I couldn’t. Something kept me there. I guess I put away all doubt I had in my mind and just let it happen.
I just lied there, kissing her, while the awkwardness of my dick poking her inner thigh started to dissipate. Flutterheart just kept kissing me...it’s as if all worries I ever had just slowly went away. Nothing else mattered in that moment except for her. Next thing I know...I’m kissing her neck. I don’t remember transitioning at any point, but it was certainly...instinctual. That’s the part that scares me. Anyways, I kissed her neck, her cheeks...anywhere sensual, really. Sure, she squirmed because it tickled, but she never once tried to move away...or back away...she never told me to stop...she just...trusted me. Once this thought hit my mind, I worked my kissing up her neck back to her face, staring down at her with her beautiful blue eyes. She gave me the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen, the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen, and, without saying anything, told me everything. I kissed her as passionately as I could, before embracing her...assuming the position. I put my head to the side of hers, letting our cheeks touch while I...well...penetrated her. I heard her squeak a bit, so I instinctively tried to pull away, but Flutterheart put her arms around my back and refused to let me go. I looked down at her, seeing her smile yet again, her eyes letting me know that it was fine...that everything was fine. So...I kissed her yet again and carried on. I’m not a noisemaker by any means, but I do recall halting for a minute, looking deep into her eyes, and telling her “Flutterheart...I love you.” before I continued making love to her. Just 4 words...4 simple words...but they meant everything at that moment. I can’t recall a different time that I spoke anything more true than that.
When all was said and done, we lied there beside each other, just looking into each other’s eyes. She gently stroked my mane as I rubbed her chest with my hoof lightly, almost tickling her. I kissed her softly and tenderly, toying with her mane. I never realized how amazing even the simplest of things about a pony are until you take the time to figure them out. The last thing I remember, she cuddled her head into my chest, nuzzling me like she always does. She looked up at me with those blue eyes...and rubbed her nose against mine, before kissing me one last time, falling asleep on my chest. I remember yawning quite heavily, shortly before waking up to find her still sleeping on my chest. That may have been the best night of my life. Since then, I have never once regretted making love to her. To be honest...I almost look forward to it.